In celebration of the completion of "And That's When a Bludger Came Through My Window" as promised, I've begun a new story for you to (hopefully!) fall in love with! I honestly hope you enjoy it, and I REALLY believe you will. (Will you?)

This story is a BIT AU, but I attempted to keep it as Canon as possible. (You'll see). I need you to do something for me, however. I need you to open your imaginations! Is this possible? Yes? Alright. Now imagine that although the Beuxbatons girls should be speaking French (or very broken English), I want you to assume that everything that should be in French has been translated to English for your read-abilities. (And, well, because I don't speak French.) Can you do that? Does that make sense? Alright? Alright! Onward! - Jen Riddle

Class for the Classless
Chapter One.

When Lily Evans was Eleven, she recieved a letter that would change her entire world.

Dear Miss Lily Evans,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Beauxbatons Academy. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equiptment. Term begins August 24th. We await your owl by no later than July 24th.

Sincerely,

Madame Olympe Maxime
Headmistress

Concerned, the young girl ran to her parents. She assumed it was a cruel joke played on her by the dirty headed Snape boy she'd met at the park. He'd told her she was a witch, and the entire idea was quite unbelievable. Sadly for him, he had forgotten his own story. Severus Snape had told Lily she would be attending some place called "Hogwarts" - what a silly name for a school that was. And what exactly was Beauxbatons? Regardless, she couldn't even pronounce it.

Her parents, however, simply exchange unbelieving, wide-eyed glances.

Days prior, an elderly man by the name of Albus Dumbledore had been to see them. During their meeting, not only did Dumbledore drink an excessive amount of tea, he informed the parents of young Miss Evans that Lily was, in fact, a Witch, and she most definitely had a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

When Mr. Evans, a strong-minded elderly man inquired as to where this "Hogfarts" school was, Dumbledore simply smiled quietly.

"Somewhere in the northern most parts of the United Kingdom" was the most he could spar for the parents - for Hogwarts was unplottable.

Mr. Evans furrowed his brow. Not even a full night before, he had recieved news of a transfer within his company. The entire Evans family would be gathering their things and shipping off to France. Leaving his youngest daughter behind was not an option.

His smile unwavering, Dumbledore simply pulled a spare bit of parchment from his cloak, and asked to borrow a quill. A perplexed Mrs. Evans handed him a pen. After he had finished with the note, he tapped it twice with, what seemed to the Evans', a quite peculiar looking stick.

The parchment vanished. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, Dumbledore explained to the elder Evans that, if they wished, Lily could attend Beauxbatons Academy - the French equivalent of Hogwarts. He assured them that Beauxbatons was a very good school, save for being a bit more by-the-book than the free-form of Hogwarts. He insured that their daughter would be taught not only magic, but a very proper upbringing.

Still attempting to believe the entire ordeal, the Evans agreed to the story that the old man with (according to many of the Evans' neighbors) a much too long beard. Dumbldedore gave the family a quaint nod, and exited the premises.

Days letter, on her eleventh birthday, little Lily Evans received her letter from Beauxbatons, causing her green eyes to widen with wonder. Her story was quickly confirmed by her parents, and when you're eleven, everything your parents tell you is true.

The still young Lily Evans dashed to the park to find the hook nosed Snape boy and tell him all about how she would be attending Beauxbatons Academy in France. The boys smile fell when he learned that she would not be attending Hogwarts with him, but he encouraged her that Beauxbatons was supposedly an amazing school. Nevertheless, the two promised to keep in touch. Snape assured her that his Owl, or rather the school Owl's he would be borrowing, would be able to find her no matter where she was. A bit confused by Owl Post, Lily agreed to write.

It wasn't until well over Seven years later that Lily Evans, now fully grown, would ever expect to see Severus Snape again.

On the floor, leaning against a four poster bed with long, sky blue curtains, Lily Evans narrowed her eyes at the book she was pouring over. Her silk robes were scrunched, revealing more of her hosiery clad legs than appropriate. She turned the book to the side, somehow wondering if she was reading it the wrong way.

"I believe you'll need to turn your head as well if you'd like to read it that way." voiced a raven haired girl laying stomach down in the bed across from her, her head near the foot end, and feet near the pillows.

"Hmph." was all Lily said, as she tossed the book onto the bed above her. She turned back to the empty parchment on the floor beside her. Her quill lay quite forgotten beside it.

"You're brilliant at charms, Lily." The girl added, as she slid her head off of the equally blue bed, and sat on the floor beside her friend. Her curly hair brushed against Lilys face as she leaned across her to grab the parchment. "You've written nothing?"

"I've got no motivation, Colette." Lily sighed, glancing out towards the window. The fountain in the middle of the pristine lawns sprayed upwards, temporarily blocking her view of the quidditch pitch. Colette jumped up and rushed towards the window, her nose practically pressing to the glass. She hadn't noticed the boys were practicing.

"Is Marc Girard playing?" She asked, not removing her eyes from the field.

"Not sure. They've only just begun. I can't see from here." Lily grabbed her Charms book again, determined to begin on her essay. It wasn't that she didn't know the theory of the Homenum Revielio Charm, she understood it perfectly, and had been quite adept at performing it by her 5th year, she just couldn't focus on putting her own words into an essay about it.

Colette sighed, her breath fogging the class in front of her as she caught a glimpse of the sky-blue clad Seeker whom she was quite infatuated with.

Lily stared at the words in her book, they seemed to blur together... she was completely and totally unfocused. She looked towards her friend, whose nose was now smudging the window pane.

"We could go get a closer look..." Lily smiled playfully, tossing the book back to her side.

Colette turned, an equally mischievous smile on her face. "You've got an essay to work on!" She said, betraying her face.

"I'm unfocused, unmotivated! I need some inspiration!" Lily teased, moving to sit by Colette.

"And Quidditch players are motivating?"

"Very!"

"Fine, fine." Colette said, her smile unwavering and wrinkling the corners of her cheeks.

Lily jumped up, straighting her skirt as she did so.

"We musn't get caught, though!" Colette warned.

Lily only laughed. "I've learned the Disilusionment charm. Don't worry!"

Colette paused half-way out the door. "Did you really? That's very complicated magic!"

Lily shrugged, a slightly smug expression adorning her lips.

"See, I told you you were good at charms!" Colette laughed, pinching Lilys cheeks. Lily rolled her eyes, grabbed her beret, and followed Colette out the door.

Technically speaking, Colette and Lily were not allowed on the grounds at the present time. Beauxbatons had rules for just about everything, and only certain people were allowed on the grounds at certain times. Currently, the quidditch players and late-afternoon Magical and Majestic Creatures classes had grounds privileges. Lily and Colette were in a private study hour, and were to stay in their rooms.

However, the girls stalked across the freshly trimmed lawns towards the quidditch pitch in high hopes that no one would notice them. The fresh air felt good, and Lily inhaled lung fulls of it as the girls skipped merrily down the path towards the pitch.

When they reached the quidditch pitch, they ducked beneath th the bleachers as not to be seen by the coach, Madame Depaul. The stuck their heads out between the seats and watched as the seven students flew around joyously.

Lily watched them with desire and envy. It was strictly forbidden for girls to play Quidditch - Madame Maxime enforced the rule of quidditch being a "boys" sport. Girls were only to watch, never to play.

She watched as the chasers traded the quaffle carelessly and with extreme ease. Lily's eyes were wide as she watched one of them, Landry, toss the ball into one of the hoops, much to the dismay of the keeper, who's arms were outstretched and who's fingers traced the edge of the ball just before they swooshed through the hoop.

Landry cheered loudly, along with his other chasers. Lily couldn't help but smile as well, and had to forcefully stop herself from cheering along with them.

"Look at Girard!" Colette whispered, pointing towards the sky, where Seeker Marc Girard was flying around in a determined fashion, his eyes peeled for the snitch. "Ooh, he looks so dashing in his quidditch robes!"

Marc Girards quittich robes did, in fact, do him wonders. They clung to his toned body, and shaped around his muscular arms. Lily watched as Colette blushed from watching him.

Suddenly, a large smashing sound was heard, and the wood of the bleachers above them started to splinter, Colette shrieked and made to run, but Lily grabbed her arm. "STOP!" She said in a forceful whisper. "We'll be found!"

Colette looked up to where a bludger had just hit the seats above their heads, the seats were splintering and a wooden plant was hanging on by twigs, about to fall on their heads. The bludger rolled from the bleachers and down towards Lily's feet.

A soft thumping of footsteps was growing close to them. Frantically, Lily drew her wand and tapped the top of Colettes head twice. She didn't vanish, but merely blended in - quite chameleon like - to the background. Lily did the same to herself, and the sensation of an egg being broken atop her head spilled across her body. She too, was suddenly disillusioned.

The Quidditch coach was now in front of them, and Lily slapped her hand over Colettes mouth to stiffle her heavy breathing. The girls stood perfectly still, as the eyes of the messy haired quidditch coach stared towards where they crouched under the bleachers. The girls stood as still as absolutely possible...

Madame Depaul walked closer to them, and Lily went completely ridged, her hand wrapped tightly around her wand. She could feel Colette slightly trembling beneath th her hand. Depaul stopped, removed her round glasses from her face, and rubbed them clean on the hem of her robes. Apparently seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she bent down and picked up the fallen bludger, and then turned and walked away.

"Lets go!" Colette urged, she latched onto Lily's arm and drug her from the bleachers. As Colette pulled her, Lily could feel her perfectly polished nails dig into her skin.

"Ow, Cole, you're hurting me!" Lily hissed. Colette said nothing as she dragged her friend back towards the Palace, her curly hair barely visible due to the Disillusionment charm as it bounced on her shoulders.

"Why do you always talk me into these things?" Colette muttered as she pulled open the main doors to the Palace. In front of them stood Madame Maxime. The two girls stopped, their heels clicking one last time against the tile. Lily nearly crashed into her friend as she did so.

"Good afternoon." She spoke slightly strictly. Lily heard Colette gulp.

"Good afternoon, Headmistress." They said in worried unison.

"I don't believe either of you had Magical and Majestic Creatures today?" She spoke. The girls shook their heads.

"And why, pray-tell, were you put under the disillusionment charm?" She asked, pulling her wand from her pocket. The large woman stood before them, her wand at their heads. The girls trembled - but all she had done was remove the charm from their bodies.

"Dish duty, the two of you. Tonight." She sighed, and left the hall. Colette glared deeply at Lily, her eyes once again visible, and stalked off towards their room, her blue heels clacking across the tile as she did so.

"Colette, I'm sorry! I didn't believe we'd be caught!" Lily called after her, nearly tripping over her heels as she dashed to keep up with her.

"I can't get in any more trouble - we'll never be able to go to the ball!" Colette turned around swiftly, nearly causing Lily to crash into her.

Ah, The ball - thought Lily. She could feel her lips turn upwards a bit. It wasn't the ball she was looking forward too, per-say, but the trip to Hogwarts as a whole.

"I'm sorry, Cole. I want to go too! I'll be on my best behavior, I promise." Lily struck out her pinky, as if to make a pinky-promise to her best friend.

"Your best behavior is still fairly rotten." Colette sighed, but accepted the promise nevertheless.

Lily simply had to stay out of trouble for another week, and then she would be free... free to the Castle of Hogwarts, where detentions were supposedly given much more sparingly, and, according to her childhood friend Severus Snape, in their "Care of Magical Creatures" class, they actually got to deal with creatures, not just stare at them and read about them.

And girls could play Quidditch! She remembered that part with another smile. Lily wondered if she'd have a chance to ride a broom while she were there...

Colette pulled open the door to their bedroom, and this time, the 3rd bed was filled with a blond haired girl with a book in her tiny hands.

"Where have the two of you been?" She asked.

"Causing mischief, as usual." Lily sing-songed, as she leaped onto her bed, causing the springs to scrunch.

Ariele raised her curvy eyebrows. "Dish duty again tonight?" She sighed.

"Of course." Muttered Colette as she put her head onto her pillow.

"The pair of you are the worst. No wonder neither of you have been asked to the ball yet." Ariele shrugged.

"And you have? By whom?" Lily perked her eyes towards her roommate.

"I wont say. But his name rhymes with Shrabriel Schmartin." Ariele teased, her eyes not leaving her book.

"Gabriel Martin?" Gasped Colette, pulling her head from her pillow. Ariele shrugged.

"You're not going to wait to see if there's any boys at Hogwarts that... tickle your fancy?" Asked Lily.

Ariele made a disgusted face. "Of course not. English boys seem so... dirty."

"Dirty!" Cried Lily. "More like fascinating, and a bit mysterious!"

"They've got no manners, and no pride, Lily Anne Evans. You'd do best getting to know a french-men so maybe he may teach you some." Ariele scoffed.

"Ah, yes, because I'd love to leave a life of servitude to my school and work adventure-less jobs. Better yet, I simply die to be married swiftly out of school and bear children for my polite, spiritless husband. Then, every evening he may come home from his ministry job, where he sat behind a desk for eight hours doing lord knows what, and I'll have a fresh supper at the table for him. Our seven children will all be as equally polite, and every evening we will discuss politics - or some other sort of utter bollix!" Lily raved. Colette had to hide her giggles behind her hand, and Ariele looked simply appalled.

"Ah yes, and what is it YOU want to do, Evans?" Ariele folded her arms. "Do you want to spend your nights in a dirty English pub, while you scrounge for money by dancing for old dirty men just to feed your poor, bastard child?"

Lily's eyes widened. "I'd rather do that then marry a man I don't even love!"

"You will never be a respectable member of society until you learn to control your temper and your attitude, Lily Evans." Ariele pulled her book back to her eyes.

"For your information, Ariele, I want to be an Auror." Lily smirked.

Ariele laughed. "The chances of you becoming an Auror -"

"-Are highly plausible, thank you. I make agreeable marks for the job, and I've taken all the right classes." said Lily proudly. Ariele rolled her eyes.

"The Aurors office doesn't accept just anyone. What you seem to think of as "spunk" will be frowned upon by them. They need individuals who are keen to following rules."

"Ah, dear Ariele, I'll be applying to the English Aurors office, where they'll simply adore my - ahem - spunk? was it?" Lily laughed, and when Ariele didn't retort, she pulled a slip of parchment from her nightstand and her charms book from the foot of her bed.

Seven days, and she would be off to Hogwarts. She could see her friend, Severus Snape... she could meet boys that girls like Ariele detested... she could be a true english woman, just as she had been raised to be. Lily couldn't help but smile as she began her essay, now successfully filled with motivation.

Seven more days. It wouldn't be that hard, would it? Seven days, and they'd be on their traveling carriage to Hogwarts, where, unknowingly, Lily Evans' life would change forever.

Jen Riddle
10-25-10

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Ps: I realize I'll probably be getting complaints about the how OOC Lily seems to be - but honestly, Lily isn't as perfect as everyone claims her to be. She's trapped in a place where Magic has all these rules and regulations, where as she believes it shouldn't. Being a brilliant witch, she's prone to wanting to test the boundaries. Therefor, the rebellious flare in Lily is bound to spark. She will be more "herself" in following chapters - as she'll be around the Marauders, who's level of rebelliousness is something Lily can't even come close to. Stay tuned, and please review! :)